Watching Sunsets With You (Original, English Version)

Chapter 3 - Keith Sanchez

"What do you plan to do on your date?" I asked my father, but I can't call him dad just yet. Maybe if the results are out and he's already dating mom.

"What would you suggest?" He took me to his house and I joined him in painting the walls with better colors.

"There's not many places you two can go at night in this town. You can take her to a restaurant, but I guess it's nothing new. We've been to every restaurant in the vicinity."

"Well, you just ruined the date. Am I supposed to take her on the next town?"

I like it when dad talks to me like an adult, not cajoling with me. I hate it when adults do that. Wait, maybe not all. Wait, those are babies, so that's normal. My mind wandered to the times I watched the Taylors caring for their children. They don't treat Dylan like a baby, though.

"Well, a date isn't about the food, though. You'll be fine."

I saw him looking at me with an expression I can't place.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You do think like I do."

"When you're younger?" I continued brushing paint on a corner.

"Yeah." He's painting what I can't reach. He's doing the ceiling, too. There are a lot of newspaper on the floor.

"What were you like when you're a kid?" I wanted to know.

"Just like you, I guess. I don't normally play with other kids, just a few select friends who aren't annoying. I just watch the others from the sidelines."

"Do you get bullied?"

"Do you?" He suddenly walked towards me with a frown.

"No. I'm not easily bullied." I explained and I saw him relax.

"Well, that's good, then."

"Were you bullied?" Somehow, that's what I'm getting from his expression.

He shrugged. "Not really. Just a few instances. None after I punched someone and broke his nose." He paused before adding, "Don't do that, though. Your mom would kill me if she thinks I'm giving you ideas."

I grinned at him. "The kids here know each other's family. The adults are hands-on in disciplining their kids. Normally, you can't bully someone without the whole town knowing it."

"Aren't you tired, yet?" He finally asked as we've been doing this for hours already.

"I thought you've already forgotten. Can we eat now? And I'm thirsty." I put the brush down carefully on the paint box. Or was it a tray?

"I only have sandwiches. Do you like peanut butter?" He asked and I shrugged.

"I can eat anything."